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Drive.
Stretch your arm through the window of your car,
Push against the stationary air, stretch your fingers.
Let a blade of grass whip a strip of red across your palm.
Drive.
Follow the asphalt, smell the chemical combustion of your dreams
Dissolving into the atmosphere, into the ether.
Drive.
No maps, no GPS.
Take your chance on getting lost,
You can't set out to find yourself
Unless you're lost when you start.
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Author notes
How do I find my freedom?
Drive.
A contest entry
- Freedom by Darkwell.
550 points, ended December 21, 2008, 13 entries
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I really liked the poem from the beginning, but it was the last two lines that really blew me away. Awesome write here!! Best of luck in the contest; if I was hosting this would definitely do quite well.
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this takes on this carefreeness about a release of spirit and the freedom of the road but inside it is this deep and profound message about returning to yourself with actions that free the spirit.
You can't set out to find yourself
Unless you're lost when you start.
Brillient!
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The last two lines say it all. Nicely done, and the background is perfect.
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that was hottttt!!!!!!!
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thanks!
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